She brought the glass to her nose, closed her eyes, and sniffed. Then she placed the glass to her plump lips and tasted the wine, holding it in her mouth for a while before swallowing.
I had spent all night just watching her drink and it was the most entertaining thing I had experienced all night.
She opened her eyes, smiled even more widely, and thanked the server for the wine. “Thank you. Where have you been keeping this?”
The server smiled. “In the back, Miss. I reserved the best for the best.”
Her cheeks flushed a dull red and my fist tightened on the table. Only I had the right to make her blush.
Meanwhile, I’d been adjusting myself under the table because the sight of her tasting wine coupled with the memories from earlier was the most erotic thing I’d witnessed.
I watched
